The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 110

"You were running a fever all night, rambling in your sleep. Careful now let me help you sit up. You should eat something."

Violet glanced at the bowl of soup Xenia had brought upstairs.

"I made this for you. Try it, see if you like it."

With Violet's steadying arm, McNeil slowly pushed himself upright.

He took a spoonful from the bowl Violet offered. The soup was warm and sweet, with a hint of crystal sugar-a comforting taste that felt oddly familiar.

He paused, a memory tugging at him. "Did you make this yourself?"

Why did it taste exactly like the soup Victoria used to make for him and Gwyneth?

Violet nodded, a hopeful smile on her face. "Yes. I even added a little sugar. Don't you like it?"

She'd taken extra care in the kitchen, wanting everything just right.

McNeil didn't answer. He just lowered his eyes and finished the soup. In no time, he'd emptied the bowl.

His stomach was finally full, but somehow, his heart still felt hollow.

put away the dishes,

times, but she

other hand, had tried to reach

picking up. So I came here this morning-I'm sorry,"

a quiet sigh. “I'm the one who

fluttered

been with Victoria after

the bandages on his back and frowned in

always had bodyguards.

curtly, making it clear

back over the past few days: Janice's birthday party had ended in chaos, with reporters gleefully spreading the story far and wide. All of Starfall City now knew that the Hughes family heiress had smashed an exorbitant birthday gift and

and Violet's very public appearance

of the town for

doubt, McNeil's grandfather

the rest of the city didn't know about Victoria's history

public eye looked every

pounded as she recalled how, at the party, the reporters had

had always favored Victoria. After seeing

guilt and pain etched across

that why your grandfather was so angry? Because he found out you took me to Janice's birthday?